This interest of mine started happening years ago. Thinking back, I am sure it started when I saw this young man working at the dry cleaners I frequented. He was quite thin, shorter than my 5'10" height by several inches and spoke in this high wimpy voice that reminded me of a girl rather than a guy. So I started coming in with my clothes and I noticed more and more things about this male, named vic. He also walked like a fem and had the mannerisms that reminded me of a girl.
Well vic fueled my interest in helping guys like him open up to their true self. As anyone could tell you, society is not open to this type of male. This makes these men feel alienated and isolated without anywhere to turn for help. Such was the situation with vic. I learned he lived alone and rarely dated girls. He saw one of my business cards and we talked about Psychology a bit. He is very intelligent (which many fem guys are) and very interested in the kind of work I do. To say this fueled my interest in men like this is a gross understatement. I am all about being the center of attention.
Being a person that is direct, I told vic we should sit down and talk one day I can tell him all about my Psychology work if he was interested. (baiting the hook) vic said he would love to do that, gushing like a little school girl. I think he actually giggled with excitement, which I just love. "tell me what days you have off, vic" I told him and he pulled out his calendar out of his little man-clutch bag and said Friday was completely open. "good, then lets meet at that little coffee shop down the street at 10am on Friday, vic" He got so excited I thought he was going to wet his panties (which I found out he wore constantly). Then vic leaned close and told me he was giving me a family discount on my clothes just because he wanted to.
(1/11/12)
Well I thought that was just precious. vic wanted to get on my good side by giving me a discount just because I took interest in him being a sissy. I made sure to lay my hand on his arm as he gave me change, looking in his eyes "vic, i am looking forward to Friday" He just blushed and stood there. Nothing like setting the hook, is there. vic even offered to carry my hanging clothes out to my car for me which I graciously allowed him to do. After he hung them in my car, I took his hand in mine leaning forward to say "vic, that was just the nicest thing to do" I resisted the urge to call him vicki.
Well, Friday came and I managed my schedule to spend some time with vic. I arrived 5 minutes early and saw vic sitting at the very back table looking up expectantly at me, giddy as a sissy. I walked over and sat down close to him and noticing he had some fru fru coffee concoction. I looked at him, "vic, be a sweetie and get me a chai latte would you" You would have thought I had done him the biggest favor as he literally glided to the counter to order what I wanted. Moments later, he brought it back to me, appearing breathless and expectant.
(1/12/12)
"thank you vic, that was sweet of you", I told him not even offering to pay as I expected him to do what I wanted without expectation of reward (at least not yet). vic just watched as I sipped my tea, although it seems almost impossible for the boy to sit still as I looked at him over the rim of my cup. Again he was waiting for me to say something.
As I started in to talk about Psychology, my fingers went to my jade pendant and slid along the gold chain around my neck. As expected, vic's eyes followed my movements. His eyes went up and down the chain as my fingers moved. "vic, I got interested in Psychology and my sub interest, hypnosis because I find the mind to be such a marvelous thing to study. Everything is centered in the mind, vic. Every action, every feeling, every response.... everything." I notice vic just following my fingers, not saying anything other than to nod here and there. The more I talked the more vic seemed to relax. vic found nothing in his mind that he did not agree with, which made him feel closer and appreciate the time we spent. "vic, you like sparkling jewelry don't you?" I asked him. I heard him gush with enthusiasm about that question and he mentioned my pendant as being something quite lovely and classy. "I am glad you love my pendant, vic. It was a present from a very close admirer of mine."
(1/13/12)
vic stared at it, wishing it was him that bought it for this lady. vic just felt so good and relaxed in her presence which relaxed his defenses about his particular intense interests in women. vic admitted to himself it was never sexual but more of admiring how women like Sharon just seemed to attract others. After all, vic found himself drawn to her. She is so intelligent and direct, what was not to appreciate is what vic was thinking. vic was vaguely aware of Sharon talking, but he was so relaxed and feeling good he barely heard exactly what it was, even as he tried to concentrate.
"a very close admirer, vic. He was very soft and pleasing vic, so he wanted to buy something special. Watch it swing left and right vic, watch it with your tired eyes. Watching makes you feel closer and reminds you of how nice it is to be here with me" Sharon smiled as she watched vic's eyes droop and his posture sink down. Sharon knew he was listening, but also knew he didn't consiously retain all the meaning of her words. That was completely ok, as long as vic retained the feeling of being so close and in tune with her words.
(1/15/12)
Sharon smiled and stopped talking, as vic just sat there staring. Sharon knew that at this stage vic was very suggestible and would want to repeat this very enjoyable experience. vic was sitting there feeling empty and wanting words to fill his mind. At this point vic was going to follow whatever Sharon says and do it with great enthusiasm. "vic, relax deeper and open yourself as you find my words to be so important to you. You have no barrier to anything I say to you vic. You are completely open and agreeable. Listening to me in this state makes you feel soft and feminine. You admire so much, you end up adopting my mannerisms and think you should be smooth and soft to enjoy the sensuality of it. These feelings are so sexy and sensual. You have a great passion in flirting with all your customers. You feel this is the right thing to do. You find yourself thinking of women as great friends and learning so much from women. Men are so strong and you have a great admiration for their strength and passion."
"vic, you need to have our coffees refilled. Notice Tony, the sexy barista. You are going to go up and order our drinks, flirting with the handsome man. After you order from Tony, you will convince Tony to deliver the coffees to our table. Its very simple for you, you have a very feminine voice and are charming to handsome men like Tony." Snapping her fingers, Sharon watched as vic blinked his eyes a few times. vic, asked if I wanted a refill and I agreed. So naturally he got up to go order them.
vic, blinked his eyes, feeling very good and quite attracted to Sharon in a friendly way. He found it odd that he didn't find Sharon sexually attractive but shrugged off those feelings. He got up to order more coffee and jumped at the chance to talk with that overly handsome guy up there. Business was slow and vic found the time to talk with the guy and found out his name is Tony. vic asked him nicely if he would bring the coffee over personally. vic, even said please and nearly came in his panties when Tony agreed to come over with them. Sharon observed this all taking place and the excitement in vic's eyes when he came back.
vic couldn't take his eyes off Tony as Tony came over with a tray and two coffees on it. Tony leaned over to set the coffee down in front of both vic and me. vic kept looking at Tony's tight jeans and the rather prominent bulge in the front. Tony made a comment about my pendant, engaging me in conversation as vic eyes were glued to the front of Tony's jeans.
"It's a gift from an admirer, Tony. Do you like it?", I asked as I lifted it up a bit for Tony. Tony was telling me how pretty it was and how nice for someone to do that for you. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed vic nearly drooling over the bulge and inhaling sharply. "yes Tony, I just love having little trinkets purchased for me", I said as I smiled at Tony. He was just standing there unaware of how vic was emitting little subbie moans.
(1/16/12)
I showed Tony the delicate gold chain that supported the jade pendant. vic was too engrossed to even care about the conversation; he was just glad Tony was standing so close. I told Tony about the deep rich jade color as I held the gem in my hand. Tony remarked about how nice it looked on me. I smiled nicely and told Tony what a great worker he must be. I think he actually blushed at the compliment. While he was thinking about what I said I went on, "Tony, would you like join vic and me some evening? We can find a nice little quiet place for dinner and just talk. I am sure you are quite the charming conversationalist, Tony" Tony looked down at the forgotten vic then back at me, telling me he would love to. "I told Tony I would love to be seen with two such attractive men. Its a date then!" Tony smiled brightly as he went back to work and vic watched Tony's ass while he went back. vic gushed and told me how much he wanted to be with Tony and me some night. I smiled at vic.
(1/17/12)
I was still holding my pendant by its chain as vic tore his gaze off Tony. I am sure he didn't listen to me much, but he sure felt what I was telling him. vic looked a little dazed as his eyes watching my pendant swinging. I started addressing him as vicky as I said, "vicky, Tony loved my pendant and I see you love watching it too. Just relax and listen. Shhhh, don't talk. Just watch and relax. vicky, you really love the feeling of silk on your bare body. Silky unisex shirts..... even silky, satin panties. You have been wanting to change your wardrobe to a more feminine feeling, which matches how you feel inside. You love the feeling of your smooth body rubbing against the silky, sexy clothing you have begun to love so much. The very sight of hair on your body bothers you now. I am sure you will take care of your body appropriately to match your feelings about sexy, silky clothes." I watched as vicky took in all my suggestions just sitting there inert, feeling so heavy and limp. vicky was so oblivious of anything but what I was telling him/her. "Now wake up when you hear me count to 5 vicky. Feeling so soft and femme. You are even taking to giggling like a girl. You want to share your thoughts about Tony with me, just like girlfriends do....."
"... and five, fully awake now, vicky", I ended... as vicky blinked and looked at me. "You got really quiet when Tony was here", hun. vicky was just gushing about Tony this and Tony that. vicky told me he had some shopping to do and wanted to get something nice for when Tony and him could get together. I had to remind him that I will be there too. He just giggled and told me he forgot...... Yes, its going well.....
(1/25/12)
I noticed a change if vic whenever I went in to pick up my clothes. I noticed a softness and gentle feminine aura, more than before even. His clothes were much softer and silky too. I gave him compliments and he blushed, giggling saying he loves to look pretty. I saw him almost daily and reinforced how cute he looked. vic, however went on and on about tony and how he couldn't wait to spend time with tony. I set up a date for the three of us on Friday after work for everyone. vic was so ecstatic about the night we can get together.
Meanwhile I visited tony when things were really quiet at the coffee shop, making sure to wear the same pendant. Tony is quite the virile man and I can see why vic was interested, however tony was gazing at my pendant while we talked. I kept suggesting to tony about vicky and how he was really looking forward to getting together. Tony admitted that he was cute and he loved how vicky looked at him. Tony was gazing at my pendant as I told him how nice I thought he was to vicky. I told tony he liked being nice to vicky and looked forward to us all getting together again. Tony agreed whole heartily and again told me how cute he thought vicky is. I could see a bulge growing in his pants now when he talked about vicky. I am sure vicky will love the sight of that.
(2/6/12)
Well, as it happens every week, Friday came and the time I could see both vicky and Tony together. I was looking forward to it, although probably not as much as vicky was. I got to the bar early and found a small round table in the back. I had just settled in when I saw a very nervous vicky some strolling in, wiggling his hips in a very sexy feminine manner. I saw a silky shirt on him and some tight khaki pants. I smiled to him and asked him if he was excited about tonight, which I know he is. vicky was so excited and giggling that I swear she couldn't sit still waiting for Tony to come in and join us.
(3/26/12)
I talked with vicki and let her focus on my pendant. Little did she know I changed the time Tony was coming to 30 minutes later so we could talk intimately and I could get vicki in the mood. "that's right vicki, just relax and watch my pretty pendant", I whispered to her. vicki was just watching and relaxing as I whispered to her, remembering how easy it was to go under. Her eyes glazed over as I swung the pendant side to side and kept reinforcing her feminine feelings. As I kept suggesting how feminine she felt, I could watch her posture change and she virtually became a giggling hot girlie waiting for her date. The more feminine she feels the more useless her little dickette becomes. She was just wiggling and giggling like a little schoolgirl. I passed her some pink lipstick and she greedily applied it to her lips.
I woke the prissy little hottie up just before Tony came walking in. He had on a nice polo shirt showing off his muscular frame and a tight pair of chinos. vicki almost swooned seeing him and hurried over to greet him with a big hug and kiss to his cheek. Tony easily slipped his arm around vicki as they made their way back to the table. vicki was gushing about how good Tony looked and Tony soaked it all in. I smiled at them both and thought things were progressing nicely. Of course, in my previous conversations with Tony I emphasized how interested he is in vicki. The bulge in front of his pants confirmed those suggestions took root. Poor vicki couldn't keep her hands off Tony as we all had a few drinks to warm up.
(4/6/12)
I smiled at the two as vicki was almost moaning being so close to tony and Tony couldn't wait to kiss the cute girl next to him. I mentally set a time limit for the two spend time with me this night but I am sure things will be progressing nicely. vicki's manicured fingers were stroking Tony's thigh as the conversation between the two got more personal. Even intimate, if you were honest. They carried on like I wasn't even there, all wrapped up in each other. I broke the mood slightly when I asked vicki if she would like to have a small dinner party for the three of us soon.
You would have thought she would have fainted if she was standing, she gasped thinking about a dinner with Tony in her place. She jumped at my suggestion and turned to Tony to ask him if he could come over the next Saturday for some time together. Tony was almost as enthusiastic accepting with a soft kiss to vicki's cheek. vicki's fingers moved dangerously close the ever growing bulge in the front of Tony's pants as the dinner date was consummated. I am so glad all my suggestions are taking hold so deeply in both my little subjects.
(5/17/12)
As Tony got up to leave, vicky stood up and molded her body against Tony wrapping her arms around his neck and gave Tony a deep sensual kiss. vicky couldn't help herself around Tony. vicky has lost all control of her emotions and the more time spent with Tony the more she has found something she needs so badly. Tony left and vicky sat down, gushing about that strong man who just left us. I took my pendant and let it swing side to side as vicky seemed to just pause in mid sentence talking about Tony. "thats right vicky, just relax. relax and listen, vicky", uttering the phrases that take vicky to that soft sensual place where we can talk.
Surprise upon surprise, I found out my little vicky is a virgin in all aspects of the term. vicky has never had any success with women, like society has told her she should. vicky confessed she molds herself after women and finds her true interest in masculine men, specifically Tony. She had never given a girl a kiss like she gave Tony nor felt the desires well up inside her like she did with Tony. So we spent some time talking about oral sex with men before I woke her up. "... and five, come back vicky"
"oh gosh, I am so looking forward to seeing Tony at my place!! I think he is the most charming and masculine man I have ever met and he is coming to my place!! I am going to have to buy something silky and hot to wear. I hope Tony likes it.....", as vicky went on and on about Tony. Her entire attitude is now centered around Tony, not even thinking about her failures with women now. Those were in the past and her future now is focused on Tony. I think its such a nice change for her, don't you?
(5/21/12)
As true to form, vicky went shopping and bought new things from toe to top of her head. She even went and got her hair done just for the dinner party. She was so excited, but didn't even notice her clitty wasn't responding to her excitement. It was all about Tony.
I paid a few visits to vicky and had a nice little talk to her, although she doesn't consciously remember much of them. vicky is totally feminized and loving every second of it. Waking up, vicky is so excited to see Tony again. "Sharon, I am so excited to see Tony. Do you think my lack of sexual experience will matter to him? I mean, I sooooo want to please him and I have been reading all about fellatio and want to show Tony how passionate I am about pleasing him."
"vicky, I am sure you will do fine in the bedroom but first you need to win Tony over in the kitchen with your menu. I am sure Tony will enjoy you having your pretty lips around his erection and doing what you will learn to with perfect ease." She and I kept the girl talk going, her being nervous about Tony being her first one and me giving her confidence about her ability to please him. I had to smile to myself as I see vicky's choices in clothing change to more clinging soft fabrics and my word, the girl can't even sit still when we talk about Tony.
Of course I also visited Tony, keeping his mind on vicky and how much he is also looking forward to seeing her again. Just mentioning her name gets him all hard and hot. He just seems to get lost in talking about vicky. All in all, things are working perfectly. Tony is going to love his virgin girlfriend.
(6/3/12)
As the night approached everyone seemed to be looking forward to the night and both vicky & Tony enjoying each other's company. So, true to form, I arrived at vicky's 30 minutes early to see how she was doing. I could not believe how wonderfully her place looked and the table set perfectly. I complimented her and she just seemed to beam in her soft pretty unisex clothes. The shorts she chose were kind of tight and showed off her tight little bum. She did a wonderful job of making sure her front was smooth too. I am sure she had the little bits all tucked away and useless. Well, its been useless now for some time but Tony doesn't need to see it.
I felt I needed to settle vicky down some so I took out my pendant and as vicky looked at it with a sigh I said. "now vicky just relax and listen. You are so happy to finally show Tony everything about you. You have been wanting to entice Tony with your dancing for him and seduce the big strong man. You can't wait to rub up again him, vicky." After snapping my fingers, I suggested vicky needed to fix her makeup and freshen her lipstick. She was so eager to make herself look hot for Tony. She minced into the bedroom to make sure everything looked perfect for him.
After a few minutes the doorbell rang (5 minutes early) and vicky looked like she was shot out of the bedroom hustling to the door to greet the man of her dreams. Hmmm I wonder where she got that idea. Do you have any idea? vicky doesn't
(6/5/12)
As soon as she could, vicky flung open the door and grabbed his hand leading him into the room. She twirled around and asked him if he liked what he saw. Tony couldn't take his eyes off vicky and just stood there nodding,"very much so, doll" With that vicky wrapped her arms around Tony's neck standing on tiptoes to give him a very inviting kiss, promising more of those and maybe other things too.
vicky rubbed her body against Tony suggestively as I watched them take to their little talk with me in a huge, huge way. Speaking of huge, as they disentangled themselves I could see a rather huge bulge in Tony's pants all due to vicky. Tony greeted me warmly as vicky put on some music and started dancing around the living room. Vicky was really getting into dancing for Tony, rubbing up against him and kissing him lightly on his neck. I heard two sets of soft sighs or moans as the dancing continued. I noticed vicky's hand rubbing the front of Tony's pants as they started kissing again.
I broke it up by suggesting we all sit and talk for a bit. With me saying the trigger word talk and vicky hearing it, she felt a real urgency to tell Tony just what was on her mind. Vicky and Tony sat close to each other on the sofa, vicky turning to him.... "Tony, honey, I just have been wanting you so much and I can't keep my hands off you. I want to please you so much, honey. I need to.....', vicky was saying as she had his belt undone and was nearly on her knees already. "Tony, I need to see your beautiful erection. I just need to.....", moaned vicky as she undid the button on Tony's pants and slid the zipper down. Tony put up no objections, as he had none to offer. "I want you too vicky, I want you so badly"
(6/7/12)
Vicky buried her face in his crotch inhaling the manly smell of a man's erection. Intoxicated with the smell, inhaling deeply over and over. Vicky can't get over how wonderful Tony smells there and how nothing else is on her mind. Vicky rubbed her face up and down his jockies, from the swollen wet tip down to the base and over his balls. Panting and kissing the cotton fabric.
"vicky would it be all right if we had some dinner now?", I asked to break the spell she had on Tony's cock. Vicky tried to compose herself and got up to go into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
"sure, Sharon, I'll serve the salads", replied vicky.
I noticed Tony having difficulties zipping up his pants and feeling a bit overwhelmed at what vicky did. We sat and had our salads. Vicky was very animated in conversation with Tony trying to create a relationship with him that will be lasting and rewarding for both. I smiled with amusement at the two barely paying attention to me, both thinking about what will be a memorable night for both. After several drinks by each of us and a nice light meal, vicky suggested we get comfy in the living room while she show us what she bought today. Tony was only too happy to see what it was and I was curious frankly.
After a few moments with Tony fidgeting on the sofa and the front of his pants quite visibly bulging, vicky came out wearing a cute little cami with a boxer bottom to complete the pj set. It was pink with lace trimming and barely hid vicky's little bits. Tony couldn't take his eyes off her as she sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Vicky whispered in Tony's ear, "see anything you like, honey?" Tony's big strong hands were sliding over the soft smooth legs and I think we both know what Tony was thinking.
(6/30/12)
Vicky and Tony started making out, and I was interested in seeing my suggestions come to life in front of my eyes. Vicky has been fed hormones which has made her body more appealing and her inner self totally feminine. I am seeing the proof of that as she squirms on Tony's lap and kisses him with such passion. Tony has taken the suggestions that he only sees vicky as the woman he wants. Of course his former girlfriend is a little put out, but Tony is quite happy now. "why don't the two of you go in the bedroom and make yourself comfortable and I will join you later" Well I didn't have to say that twice, as vicky hoped off Tony, too his hand in hers and lead him into the bedroom. As the door clicked shut I could only imagine what was going on. Of course, several cameras were recording everything from every conceivable angle. I just smiled and let them have some time to themselves, as that was their thoughts. Well I am not sure they are thinking about much other than each other.
No sooner had vicky pushed the door closed with her foot was she all over Tony, kissing his lips, his neck... working her way down. She removed his shirt and pushed him back on the bed, laying on top of him kissing him deeply, his hands squeezing her ass to a little squeal. Vicky got up and removed his shoes and sox, urging his pants down over his bulge..... clad only in his boxers, vicky eyed the well built man with lust in her eyes. She buried her face into his groin inhaling his masculine aroma, drunk with desire for him. She grabbed the shaft, slid the head out of the opening and wrapped her lips around it. No one could tell which moaned more at the feeling of her lips on his cockhead. Vicky had passed the point of no-return. Vicky can't help but feed her growing addiction.
(7/2/12)
Vicky and Tony both felt perfect in their passions for each other. "oh god, vicky, that feels amazing. I never knew you could do this so good.... ohhhhhh" Vicky felt a little tingle deep inside her as Tony complimented her on her ability to please him. Vicky wondered if this is how it feels to be a woman. Vicky quickly stripped off his boxers and was rewarded by the sight of Tony's throbbing erection. Unable to help herself vicky grasped the shaft and slid her mouth, pink lips and all down his shaft. Moving up and down on it, vicky could feel the texture of it and inhale his manly odor. Vicky was in heaven as Tony started to move in her mouth. All the cameras are picking up the passionate love making of the two as the door opened and Sharon walked in. The moaning heard was indicative of the passion each of them felt. "vicky, god you feel so damn good. I dont know how much longer I can hold out, honey" Each compliment from Tony urged vicky on to take more of him in her mouth.
Suddenly Tony took hold of vicky head making sure her mouth stayed on him as he exploded in a hot rush of cum down vicky't throat. vicky was gulping like a woman possessed and Tony shot several times in her mouth while vicky's hands massaged Tony's balls to make sure she got everything. She emptied him into her mouth and tummy. Tears fell from vicky's eyes and her body shuddered when Tony erupted in her mouth. vicky truly felt like the woman she desired to be.
19.12.12
16.12.12
Is it really SIRI?
Take this premise. You got a new iPhone off craigslist. Well the person that sold said it was new anyway and the packaging looked right. But there are a couple of things that are bothering Susan. I mean she doesn't think she always felt so hot before she got the iPhone. Can a phone do that?
Susan sat down for the 11th consecutive night in her favorite chair, wearing what she wears to bed (nothing) and asked SIRI the same question that hung in her mind the last week. "SIRI, is it right to masturbate so much?" After she asked the question, virtually advertising her desperation her fingers again found her breasts and started playing with them while waiting for SIRI to answer. "gawd, I wish she would hurry up. I am so fucking horny right now" was all Susan could think as her nipples attained their rock hard aching that became so familiar to Susan. "please SIRI" Susan whimpered ... "please"
Thinking back, Susan should have realized it wasn't normal for SIRI to know her name and maybe some of her weaknesses. Susan, never having an iPhone before, thought nothing of this. How easily SIRI became her friend is just how some things go that defy explanations.
(6/6/2012)
Thinking back, Susan, was trying to impress her boyfriend Matt with a brand new phone that was really cool. Susan thought it was ok to get it from craigslist if she bought it from someone she could trust like a woman that was nice. Debra was like really nice to Susan and even told her it had the enhanced SIRS installed on it that wasn't going to be out until the iPhone 5 or 6 or something. That was like so nice of Debra. Matt is going to be sooo impressed with Susan, because Matt thinks Susan is a dumb blonde, at least that is what he tells her. "I am going to show Matt how really smart I am. I am going to learn this phone and impress Mr Matt with my intelligence instead of with my body", thought Susan. Susan had a nail appointment, so she had her friend Carol pick up the phone and drop it off. Carol was really good friends with Matt's former girlfriend (that loser brunette he used to do), but she and I am close now.
I was going over to see Matt that night and wanted so badly to get this iPhone thingie working and me to be so smart for Mr Matt. I ripped open the box as soon as I got home and started to power it up, get it hooked into the cell phone thingie, so it was all ready to go... and so was I. The first thing that happened was this SIRI thing popped up and started talking.... really cool. It already knew my name for some reason and had some really good things to say.
I just sat there listening and playing with my hair, as I was learning from SIRI. I mean I got really excited when SIRI told me that I wanted to be the best at something, just one something, when that is what I have wanted all my life. Really!!! Just the best at something.... I noticed SIRI typing a note.... Susan wants to the best at something.... I guess so I don't forget it. I do forget stuff, so thats a good thing that SIRI is helping me. I was just thinking that I wanted to be the best sex Matt ever had, so he told me that I would have to suck him to be the best.
Well, gosh I had never done anything like that. But how difficult could it be? Well, I wanted to be the best so I got over my disgust with it. I mean it smelled and had a funny taste, but Matt seemed to enjoy it. He told me to take more and more into my mouth, and after just the head I tried. I really tried but I got this like gag reflex going and I couldn't do much more. Certainly not as much as his old gf Debbie did. Matt told me more than once Debbie could take him all the way in and would swallow that awful cum of his. Gawd, to think some slut brunette would do that. But it was me that Matt was doing in the bedroom at that party, not her. She got really pissed though when she found us there. They broke up after that.... soo cool. I guess blondes do have more fun, especially natural blondes.
Oh duh, I forgot I was doing my iPhone and SIRI was trying to get my attention telling me to customize things. "Susan, we need to make sure everything works right so just relax, and sit back while I check things out. Relax Susan and everything will be perfect" SIRI makes it all seem so easy and of course its easy to just relax in my big soft chair. I was half way through dressing to go meet Matt, so I guess I could just let SIRI do her thing. "relax, Susan, and listen to the nice music I put on your iPhone. Relax and listen to the romantic music, Susan. Its so nice to listen to SIRI" God, she was so right It is nice.
God, I am so horny to see Matt but SIRI isn't done with me yet (not by a long shot). I think I will just touch myself for a bit to take the edge off my .... ummm, off.... well, I forget. God, I haven't been this wet in ages. hmmmmmm. Matt just hasn't been doing well in this area lately.
(6/7/2012)
Somehow SIRI was taking video of Susan rubbing herself, she so lost in the pleasure of touching herself. "Susan, to be the best at anything you need practice. Practice and relax", SIRI was speaking in a lower voice to Susan as she spread her legs, thinking.... practice, practice, practice. Susan was beyond caring what time it was, or if she had other things to do as she touched her wet slit feeling incredible arousal.
"Susan, practice makes you the best. Feel how good practicing feels, Susan"
All that could be heard beyond SIRI's soft suggestions to Susan was the sound of panting and wet caresses as Susan got lost in the sensations. Right at the time Susan was on the edge, a phone call came in from Matt wondering where Susan was. SIRI very thoughfully let it roll over to voice mail, then deleted the voice mail without a sound being made. Susan fingers were busy buried into her love tunnel and her hips were thrusting in that all too familiar motions women have been using for centuries. Sexual need and gratification is of utmost importance to Susan at this moment. Susan, let out loud moans and a final scream as her orgasm took over.
When Susan was sated, SIRI turned off the camera and attached it to a message to Debra the former owner. As Susan seemed to regain composure, SIRI said "almost finished Susan, just relax for a bit longer. Remember practice makes you the very best, Susan"
Susan acknowledged what SIRI said, "practice makes me the best" as her fingers slid along her spread thighs feeling really, really good for the first time in months. "practice makes me the best" were Susan's thoughts as she laid her head back and closed her eyes exhausted from the powerful orgasm. Her fingers were moving on automatic as SIRI kept working on her."Susan has nothing to do but relax and practice to be the best."
(7/4/2012)
SIRI's words made so much sense to Susan as her body further relaxed and her fingers slipped into her extremely wet love tunnel. Susan rubbed her sensitive clitoris as her hips took over and started to thrust forward into her fingers. SIRI listened to the moans and Debra watched the girl that took Matt from her submit to SIRI's suggestions. Debra was so glad she had SIRI hacked and the iPhone sold off to the one person she wanted revenge from. Susan was now humping her fingers with abandon, well on her way to yet another mind blowing climax. Susan had no idea how much time she has spent trying to be the best at something, whatever that meant.
Debbie/Debra was making plans on getting her Matt back from Susan and poor Susan was too busy to even think about Matt. "Susan needs to relax and be the best at something in her life. Susan is horny when she listens to everything SIRI has to say. SIRI knows best" SIRI set the time back on the new phone for Susan, so she thought she had plenty of time tonight to do whatever it was she had planned. Susan was not able to think what it was she was going to do as she was getting closer to being the best at something important, according to SIRI. Oh fuck, Susan was so horny but still had plenty of time as the next climax overtook her body completely. "Oh fuck, I love this feeling", thought Susan as she fell deeper into the trap set for her by her boyfriends former girlfriend. SIRI really is something special. Or someone special.
(7/10/12)
SIRI has to keep ignoring the calls coming in from Matt, increasingly irate at Susan for not showing up for their date. The soft sensual words from SIRI keep coming in as SIRI changed the tone and timbre of her voice to match Susan's acceptance. SIRI found just the combination that Susan loved. "relax for SIRI, Susan. SIRI knows whats best for Susan. It feels so good to obey SIRI. Notice how it feels when you touch yourself because SIRI told you to. Its the best feeling you have ever had, Susan. Susan, you are becoming expert at touching yourself intimately. The best SIRI has ever seen. You are the very best, Susan" SIRI kept filling Susan's mind with thoughts that normally would be foreign to Susan, but now are fully accepted and welcomed. For those very thoughts help Susan be the best at something.
Debbie was watching the live feed from SIRI. She got so horny herself and thought about how delicious it is going to be with Matt. Matt and Debbie belong together, is all she could think. How dare that little slut Susan take Matt away from her. Debbie is thinking about what her mouth can do for Matt, sliding up and down his strong erection. Hearing Matt moan with pleasure was what she needed. Debbie will do everything Matt loves. Hmmm thought Debbie as she fingers found their way into her honey pot. The phrase, "SIRI would be so proud" came to her mind.
(8/1/12)
Susan woke up drenched and fully ... ummmm... well fully fucked (up). She struggled to shake the cobwebs out of her head, as she started the Keurig to get some well needed coffee. Idly her mind went to "hmmm I wonder if SIRI is finished yet" as her fingers slide between her legs. Susan humped her fingers idly while she waited for the little light to shine on the coffee maker and signal that it is hot. "Man is it ever hot", thought Susan as her drenched fingers worked their way expertly in and out of her cunt.
Finally the coffee was finished, which seemed like it took forever. Susan picked up the full coffee cup, entered the bathroom ready for a hot shower. Setting the coffee down, Susan bent over at the waist resting a hand on the counter, fingering wildly. "the very best", was Susan's thought as she climaxed, her juices coating her inner thighs.
Debbie woke up, having had a restless and very horny night thinking about Matt and his delicious cock. "god, I need to call Matt and convince him to see me", was Debbie's most prevalent thought. "I am so wet thinking about that man", thought Debbie.
(12/16/12)
Debbie called Matt and asked him how he was doing, playing the innocent caring ex lover. Matt confessed to Debbie that Susan didn't answer his calls all last night. Debbie thought, "no, the little slut was fucking herself mindless all night long"
"Really, Matt, I wonder what she was doing. I hope she didn't get you too upset, Matt. I am sure there is some explanation. Say how about that cup of coffee you promised me last month?", whispered Debbie in her sultry voice.
"umm well sure, Debbie. I guess that won't hurt. I was just kind of concerned about Susan but coffee sounds great. How about that Starbucks around the corner from your place? Debbie. I really appreciate you calling me after all this time."
"OK", moaned Debbie as her fingers slid into her drenched pussy, "Its... its a date, 7pm? Oh I can get ahold of Susan if you like. Dont worry yourself about it. I will take care of everything."
"Debbie, that would be so great. I know you and Susan had some difference of opinions about things and I am glad to see you coming around to wanting to be helpful. You are the best, Debbie. Bye for now."
Debbie had barely hung up on Matt, when she went over the edge... screaming loudly as her plans were working out so well..... thanks to SIRI, she thought.
Susan sat down for the 11th consecutive night in her favorite chair, wearing what she wears to bed (nothing) and asked SIRI the same question that hung in her mind the last week. "SIRI, is it right to masturbate so much?" After she asked the question, virtually advertising her desperation her fingers again found her breasts and started playing with them while waiting for SIRI to answer. "gawd, I wish she would hurry up. I am so fucking horny right now" was all Susan could think as her nipples attained their rock hard aching that became so familiar to Susan. "please SIRI" Susan whimpered ... "please"
Thinking back, Susan should have realized it wasn't normal for SIRI to know her name and maybe some of her weaknesses. Susan, never having an iPhone before, thought nothing of this. How easily SIRI became her friend is just how some things go that defy explanations.
(6/6/2012)
Thinking back, Susan, was trying to impress her boyfriend Matt with a brand new phone that was really cool. Susan thought it was ok to get it from craigslist if she bought it from someone she could trust like a woman that was nice. Debra was like really nice to Susan and even told her it had the enhanced SIRS installed on it that wasn't going to be out until the iPhone 5 or 6 or something. That was like so nice of Debra. Matt is going to be sooo impressed with Susan, because Matt thinks Susan is a dumb blonde, at least that is what he tells her. "I am going to show Matt how really smart I am. I am going to learn this phone and impress Mr Matt with my intelligence instead of with my body", thought Susan. Susan had a nail appointment, so she had her friend Carol pick up the phone and drop it off. Carol was really good friends with Matt's former girlfriend (that loser brunette he used to do), but she and I am close now.
I was going over to see Matt that night and wanted so badly to get this iPhone thingie working and me to be so smart for Mr Matt. I ripped open the box as soon as I got home and started to power it up, get it hooked into the cell phone thingie, so it was all ready to go... and so was I. The first thing that happened was this SIRI thing popped up and started talking.... really cool. It already knew my name for some reason and had some really good things to say.
I just sat there listening and playing with my hair, as I was learning from SIRI. I mean I got really excited when SIRI told me that I wanted to be the best at something, just one something, when that is what I have wanted all my life. Really!!! Just the best at something.... I noticed SIRI typing a note.... Susan wants to the best at something.... I guess so I don't forget it. I do forget stuff, so thats a good thing that SIRI is helping me. I was just thinking that I wanted to be the best sex Matt ever had, so he told me that I would have to suck him to be the best.
Well, gosh I had never done anything like that. But how difficult could it be? Well, I wanted to be the best so I got over my disgust with it. I mean it smelled and had a funny taste, but Matt seemed to enjoy it. He told me to take more and more into my mouth, and after just the head I tried. I really tried but I got this like gag reflex going and I couldn't do much more. Certainly not as much as his old gf Debbie did. Matt told me more than once Debbie could take him all the way in and would swallow that awful cum of his. Gawd, to think some slut brunette would do that. But it was me that Matt was doing in the bedroom at that party, not her. She got really pissed though when she found us there. They broke up after that.... soo cool. I guess blondes do have more fun, especially natural blondes.
Oh duh, I forgot I was doing my iPhone and SIRI was trying to get my attention telling me to customize things. "Susan, we need to make sure everything works right so just relax, and sit back while I check things out. Relax Susan and everything will be perfect" SIRI makes it all seem so easy and of course its easy to just relax in my big soft chair. I was half way through dressing to go meet Matt, so I guess I could just let SIRI do her thing. "relax, Susan, and listen to the nice music I put on your iPhone. Relax and listen to the romantic music, Susan. Its so nice to listen to SIRI" God, she was so right It is nice.
God, I am so horny to see Matt but SIRI isn't done with me yet (not by a long shot). I think I will just touch myself for a bit to take the edge off my .... ummm, off.... well, I forget. God, I haven't been this wet in ages. hmmmmmm. Matt just hasn't been doing well in this area lately.
(6/7/2012)
Somehow SIRI was taking video of Susan rubbing herself, she so lost in the pleasure of touching herself. "Susan, to be the best at anything you need practice. Practice and relax", SIRI was speaking in a lower voice to Susan as she spread her legs, thinking.... practice, practice, practice. Susan was beyond caring what time it was, or if she had other things to do as she touched her wet slit feeling incredible arousal.
"Susan, practice makes you the best. Feel how good practicing feels, Susan"
All that could be heard beyond SIRI's soft suggestions to Susan was the sound of panting and wet caresses as Susan got lost in the sensations. Right at the time Susan was on the edge, a phone call came in from Matt wondering where Susan was. SIRI very thoughfully let it roll over to voice mail, then deleted the voice mail without a sound being made. Susan fingers were busy buried into her love tunnel and her hips were thrusting in that all too familiar motions women have been using for centuries. Sexual need and gratification is of utmost importance to Susan at this moment. Susan, let out loud moans and a final scream as her orgasm took over.
When Susan was sated, SIRI turned off the camera and attached it to a message to Debra the former owner. As Susan seemed to regain composure, SIRI said "almost finished Susan, just relax for a bit longer. Remember practice makes you the very best, Susan"
Susan acknowledged what SIRI said, "practice makes me the best" as her fingers slid along her spread thighs feeling really, really good for the first time in months. "practice makes me the best" were Susan's thoughts as she laid her head back and closed her eyes exhausted from the powerful orgasm. Her fingers were moving on automatic as SIRI kept working on her."Susan has nothing to do but relax and practice to be the best."
(7/4/2012)
SIRI's words made so much sense to Susan as her body further relaxed and her fingers slipped into her extremely wet love tunnel. Susan rubbed her sensitive clitoris as her hips took over and started to thrust forward into her fingers. SIRI listened to the moans and Debra watched the girl that took Matt from her submit to SIRI's suggestions. Debra was so glad she had SIRI hacked and the iPhone sold off to the one person she wanted revenge from. Susan was now humping her fingers with abandon, well on her way to yet another mind blowing climax. Susan had no idea how much time she has spent trying to be the best at something, whatever that meant.
Debbie/Debra was making plans on getting her Matt back from Susan and poor Susan was too busy to even think about Matt. "Susan needs to relax and be the best at something in her life. Susan is horny when she listens to everything SIRI has to say. SIRI knows best" SIRI set the time back on the new phone for Susan, so she thought she had plenty of time tonight to do whatever it was she had planned. Susan was not able to think what it was she was going to do as she was getting closer to being the best at something important, according to SIRI. Oh fuck, Susan was so horny but still had plenty of time as the next climax overtook her body completely. "Oh fuck, I love this feeling", thought Susan as she fell deeper into the trap set for her by her boyfriends former girlfriend. SIRI really is something special. Or someone special.
(7/10/12)
SIRI has to keep ignoring the calls coming in from Matt, increasingly irate at Susan for not showing up for their date. The soft sensual words from SIRI keep coming in as SIRI changed the tone and timbre of her voice to match Susan's acceptance. SIRI found just the combination that Susan loved. "relax for SIRI, Susan. SIRI knows whats best for Susan. It feels so good to obey SIRI. Notice how it feels when you touch yourself because SIRI told you to. Its the best feeling you have ever had, Susan. Susan, you are becoming expert at touching yourself intimately. The best SIRI has ever seen. You are the very best, Susan" SIRI kept filling Susan's mind with thoughts that normally would be foreign to Susan, but now are fully accepted and welcomed. For those very thoughts help Susan be the best at something.
Debbie was watching the live feed from SIRI. She got so horny herself and thought about how delicious it is going to be with Matt. Matt and Debbie belong together, is all she could think. How dare that little slut Susan take Matt away from her. Debbie is thinking about what her mouth can do for Matt, sliding up and down his strong erection. Hearing Matt moan with pleasure was what she needed. Debbie will do everything Matt loves. Hmmm thought Debbie as she fingers found their way into her honey pot. The phrase, "SIRI would be so proud" came to her mind.
(8/1/12)
Susan woke up drenched and fully ... ummmm... well fully fucked (up). She struggled to shake the cobwebs out of her head, as she started the Keurig to get some well needed coffee. Idly her mind went to "hmmm I wonder if SIRI is finished yet" as her fingers slide between her legs. Susan humped her fingers idly while she waited for the little light to shine on the coffee maker and signal that it is hot. "Man is it ever hot", thought Susan as her drenched fingers worked their way expertly in and out of her cunt.
Finally the coffee was finished, which seemed like it took forever. Susan picked up the full coffee cup, entered the bathroom ready for a hot shower. Setting the coffee down, Susan bent over at the waist resting a hand on the counter, fingering wildly. "the very best", was Susan's thought as she climaxed, her juices coating her inner thighs.
Debbie woke up, having had a restless and very horny night thinking about Matt and his delicious cock. "god, I need to call Matt and convince him to see me", was Debbie's most prevalent thought. "I am so wet thinking about that man", thought Debbie.
(12/16/12)
Debbie called Matt and asked him how he was doing, playing the innocent caring ex lover. Matt confessed to Debbie that Susan didn't answer his calls all last night. Debbie thought, "no, the little slut was fucking herself mindless all night long"
"Really, Matt, I wonder what she was doing. I hope she didn't get you too upset, Matt. I am sure there is some explanation. Say how about that cup of coffee you promised me last month?", whispered Debbie in her sultry voice.
"umm well sure, Debbie. I guess that won't hurt. I was just kind of concerned about Susan but coffee sounds great. How about that Starbucks around the corner from your place? Debbie. I really appreciate you calling me after all this time."
"OK", moaned Debbie as her fingers slid into her drenched pussy, "Its... its a date, 7pm? Oh I can get ahold of Susan if you like. Dont worry yourself about it. I will take care of everything."
"Debbie, that would be so great. I know you and Susan had some difference of opinions about things and I am glad to see you coming around to wanting to be helpful. You are the best, Debbie. Bye for now."
Debbie had barely hung up on Matt, when she went over the edge... screaming loudly as her plans were working out so well..... thanks to SIRI, she thought.
14.12.12
Collecting
There is kind of a quaint out of the way place I have been frequenting lately. Its an out of the way jewelry and coin shop. You know how I love sparkly things, don't you? I mean what's not to like in a nice sparkly pendant or ring?
Its the kind of place that they need to buzz you in, for protection. Of course, if you thought about it you would be locked inside once you had admittance with whoever was in there. That puts a different spin on it, I suppose. I can't help smiling when I think about that.
I have been there frequently and enjoying the ambiance of the establishment. I even enjoy that it is not busy in there and frequently just the owner and myself. I have found he is a former professional athlete of some sort. I am not really into spectator sports so I didn't pay too much attention. I am more a participant rather than a watcher of sports. That is not to say I am not observant at all. I think that is one of my better qualities.
What I have been observing about this owner is that he is not the brightest bulb in the pack, but he has an incredible amount of sparkly things that are really quite nice. I have taken a liking to a particular gold coin from the early 20th century. The engrave, Saint-Gaudens, was quite well known for his wonderful work engraving. I have often had the man take the coin out of the locked case and remove it from the little protective plastic bag so I could get a good close look at it. I do so love gold, don't you?
Over a few visits I memorized the attributes of the $20 gold coin. The grade, the year, the mint, etc. I wanted to have everything memorized so I could enact my little plan. I am sure I will be owning this little item soon. Yes, very soon. I have a little plan hatching in my mind and it will only take time to reap the rewards of my plan.
(don't you find it interesting that reap is an anagram of the word rape?)
(4/6/2012)
Bubba, the owner, and I spent several days commenting on his past and his present. He apparently was quite an athlete of sorts. Although never in the spotlight, he was a very good supporting member of his team. So I gathered he is much more of an observer than a leader. He certainly has been observing me and several times I caught his eyes focusing on my breasts. I smiled and thought I can exploit his desire to look at my breasts. I never commented on his interest and never embarrassed him with his interest.
I have been coming by at least once a week and he always lights up when he sees me and reaches for that favorite coin of mine. I move the coin in my fingers as we talk and we have a nice conversation. If we are alone in the store his attention never wavers or diminishes. I love attention from a man (or woman). It is quite thrilling. Maybe that is why I keep coming back, but I realize its the interest in the coin that is worth thousands.
(5/23/12)
Between visits to Bubba's store I have been researching coins that look just like the one I have been lusting after. I did find someone on eBay of all places that specializes in look alike rare coins. I bought some from him and they was quite remarkable. They even glistened in the sun like real coins of that type. I convinced him I needed a 1915-S St Gauden's $20 gold piece replica and I would pay good money (relatively) for an exact & shiny copy. He said it might take some time but he would provide it to me.
I was so excited with this news I had to hustle over to see the real thing. Luckily I got to the store just before Bubba was closing for his lunch. I asked him if I could sneak in for just a bit and he was most accommodating. He also locked the door so no one else would delay his lunch. I just smiled at him and told him how much I appreciate his time and how amazing he and his coins are. I think he actually blushed!!
He went right over the coin case that I always look in, pulling out the beautiful coin in question. He laid it down under the high intensity light. "oh Bubba, I just love how shiny this coin is", I said as Bubba leaned closer to look. I rotated the coin in my elegant fingers, back... then front... back ... then front. "so shiny and pretty, Bubba. Look at how the face just glows under the light", I said as I moved the face slightly under the light. I watched Bubba's eyes follow and droop slightly. "just watch and see how shiny and pretty, watch and really really see how it just glows in the light. Shiny and pretty, glowing into your eyes. You even lose track of time when I show you how much the coin glows in the light" Bubba nodded slowly as I kept going on and on about the coin. He was just about out when I removed the coin from the light, Bubba rubbed his eyes and just smiled at me. I dropped the coin in Bubba's hand and let myself out the door. I smiled as I got in my car and got back into the real world, thinking about the replacement for that coin.
(7/8/12)
I could feel Bubba's eyes on my shapely bottom as I walked to my car and slid behind the wheel. I am sure Bubba will find a quiet place in back to take care of his big ole bulge. All this scheming makes me hotter than hell. I can feel the silk panties clinging to me all the way home. I love that feeling, but I know that shortly I will be naked and taking care of things that need it. I don't have any appointments that afternoon, so I can take as long as I wish just thinking about replacing replicas for real coins in the near future. Hmmm my vibe got a good workout .... I love the vibe almost as much as I love driving my strapon into some little cutie from behind. I do love the little squeal I hear when I take that little cutie hard and often.
I called up Angela at the cleaning service and told her the bedrooms need a good sound cleaning. That is our little signal for her to slip on her sexy french maid outfit in preparation for a long time working in my bedroom. I do love slipping it to Angela, as she has the breasts of a porn star and the trim figure of a model. She knows just what to do when we have our pleasures together. Of course, having hypnotized her on her first visit with my pendant may have acclimated her to what I have in mind. With just a couple key words, she is like a little french whore with me. It is just so damned luscious I can hardly stand it....
(12/14/12)
I laid there long after Angela let herself out, after receiving a handsome tip for cleaning so well.... well, cleaning me that is. I went online and found someone that talked about look alike rare coins. Hmm now that is just what a girl who has everything needs. Oh maybe I could just convince Bubba to forget he gave me the coin to look at. I got my vibe out of my nightstand and made sure it was well used and got me humming a happy tune. I could hardly think after that mind blowing orgasm. My goodness what a good climax does for a girl. Whew is all I can say.
I went to sleep that night, dreaming about how I was going to put Bubba to sleep and ... well, I think he will be quite docile and agreeable after I talk with him.
Its the kind of place that they need to buzz you in, for protection. Of course, if you thought about it you would be locked inside once you had admittance with whoever was in there. That puts a different spin on it, I suppose. I can't help smiling when I think about that.
I have been there frequently and enjoying the ambiance of the establishment. I even enjoy that it is not busy in there and frequently just the owner and myself. I have found he is a former professional athlete of some sort. I am not really into spectator sports so I didn't pay too much attention. I am more a participant rather than a watcher of sports. That is not to say I am not observant at all. I think that is one of my better qualities.
What I have been observing about this owner is that he is not the brightest bulb in the pack, but he has an incredible amount of sparkly things that are really quite nice. I have taken a liking to a particular gold coin from the early 20th century. The engrave, Saint-Gaudens, was quite well known for his wonderful work engraving. I have often had the man take the coin out of the locked case and remove it from the little protective plastic bag so I could get a good close look at it. I do so love gold, don't you?
Over a few visits I memorized the attributes of the $20 gold coin. The grade, the year, the mint, etc. I wanted to have everything memorized so I could enact my little plan. I am sure I will be owning this little item soon. Yes, very soon. I have a little plan hatching in my mind and it will only take time to reap the rewards of my plan.
(don't you find it interesting that reap is an anagram of the word rape?)
(4/6/2012)
Bubba, the owner, and I spent several days commenting on his past and his present. He apparently was quite an athlete of sorts. Although never in the spotlight, he was a very good supporting member of his team. So I gathered he is much more of an observer than a leader. He certainly has been observing me and several times I caught his eyes focusing on my breasts. I smiled and thought I can exploit his desire to look at my breasts. I never commented on his interest and never embarrassed him with his interest.
I have been coming by at least once a week and he always lights up when he sees me and reaches for that favorite coin of mine. I move the coin in my fingers as we talk and we have a nice conversation. If we are alone in the store his attention never wavers or diminishes. I love attention from a man (or woman). It is quite thrilling. Maybe that is why I keep coming back, but I realize its the interest in the coin that is worth thousands.
(5/23/12)
Between visits to Bubba's store I have been researching coins that look just like the one I have been lusting after. I did find someone on eBay of all places that specializes in look alike rare coins. I bought some from him and they was quite remarkable. They even glistened in the sun like real coins of that type. I convinced him I needed a 1915-S St Gauden's $20 gold piece replica and I would pay good money (relatively) for an exact & shiny copy. He said it might take some time but he would provide it to me.
I was so excited with this news I had to hustle over to see the real thing. Luckily I got to the store just before Bubba was closing for his lunch. I asked him if I could sneak in for just a bit and he was most accommodating. He also locked the door so no one else would delay his lunch. I just smiled at him and told him how much I appreciate his time and how amazing he and his coins are. I think he actually blushed!!
He went right over the coin case that I always look in, pulling out the beautiful coin in question. He laid it down under the high intensity light. "oh Bubba, I just love how shiny this coin is", I said as Bubba leaned closer to look. I rotated the coin in my elegant fingers, back... then front... back ... then front. "so shiny and pretty, Bubba. Look at how the face just glows under the light", I said as I moved the face slightly under the light. I watched Bubba's eyes follow and droop slightly. "just watch and see how shiny and pretty, watch and really really see how it just glows in the light. Shiny and pretty, glowing into your eyes. You even lose track of time when I show you how much the coin glows in the light" Bubba nodded slowly as I kept going on and on about the coin. He was just about out when I removed the coin from the light, Bubba rubbed his eyes and just smiled at me. I dropped the coin in Bubba's hand and let myself out the door. I smiled as I got in my car and got back into the real world, thinking about the replacement for that coin.
(7/8/12)
I could feel Bubba's eyes on my shapely bottom as I walked to my car and slid behind the wheel. I am sure Bubba will find a quiet place in back to take care of his big ole bulge. All this scheming makes me hotter than hell. I can feel the silk panties clinging to me all the way home. I love that feeling, but I know that shortly I will be naked and taking care of things that need it. I don't have any appointments that afternoon, so I can take as long as I wish just thinking about replacing replicas for real coins in the near future. Hmmm my vibe got a good workout .... I love the vibe almost as much as I love driving my strapon into some little cutie from behind. I do love the little squeal I hear when I take that little cutie hard and often.
I called up Angela at the cleaning service and told her the bedrooms need a good sound cleaning. That is our little signal for her to slip on her sexy french maid outfit in preparation for a long time working in my bedroom. I do love slipping it to Angela, as she has the breasts of a porn star and the trim figure of a model. She knows just what to do when we have our pleasures together. Of course, having hypnotized her on her first visit with my pendant may have acclimated her to what I have in mind. With just a couple key words, she is like a little french whore with me. It is just so damned luscious I can hardly stand it....
(12/14/12)
I laid there long after Angela let herself out, after receiving a handsome tip for cleaning so well.... well, cleaning me that is. I went online and found someone that talked about look alike rare coins. Hmm now that is just what a girl who has everything needs. Oh maybe I could just convince Bubba to forget he gave me the coin to look at. I got my vibe out of my nightstand and made sure it was well used and got me humming a happy tune. I could hardly think after that mind blowing orgasm. My goodness what a good climax does for a girl. Whew is all I can say.
I went to sleep that night, dreaming about how I was going to put Bubba to sleep and ... well, I think he will be quite docile and agreeable after I talk with him.
29.1.12
Marci's Recollections
I looked at my picture on the corporate webpage; my face tense, brunette hair pulled tightly into a bun, conservative pants suit.
It screamed, “All work and no play makes Marci a dull girl.” I didn’t want it to be true, and so when my good friend Sara invited me to accompany her to a party, I jumped at the chance.
I almost didn’t go.
Twice.
The first time, an hour beforehand, I received a call from work where I was middle manager of a large financial firm.
There was a problem, not a big one, but a problem. On any other day, I would have gone racing back to the office. But not today. “We’ll handle it tomorrow, “I said into the phone.
There was a party to go to.
Then Sara called. She apologized and said something had come up. She couldn’t go. I can't say that I was particularly surprised. Ever since her promotion, no make that promotions, her schedule had been uncertain to say the least.
“Go yourself, “she insisted, “You’ll have a good time.”
I hated the prospect of going to a party alone but couldn’t face another night of Haagen Daz and “Friends” reruns. I had gone through the trouble getting my make up just right, and finally had the opportunity to wear that little black dress I bought at Macy’s. Besides, it was one of my "thin" days. I shrugged my shoulders, giggled to myself and thought, “What the heck. Marci is not going to be a dull girl tonight”
I recognized a few faces at the party, but after a few perfunctory hellos, found myself in a dim corner, nursing a diet Pepsi. Coming was a mistake I thought and a night with Rachel, Monica and Ross was beginning to look good. My eyes flitted around the room and then down at my watch trying to figure just how long I would have to stay before I could honestly tell myself that I had fulfilled the obligation I had to my social life.
“Hi, you must be Sara’s friend.” I heard a dulcet voice say.
I looked up from my watch and saw an attractively dressed woman; tall, blonde and altogether striking.
“I’m Sharon,” she continued, “Sara told me to check up on you.”
I smiled shyly and said, “Thank you, but I’m fine. I was just about to leave anyway.”
She placed her hand on my forearm and smiled, “Don’t be that way. Sara will be upset if I don’t at least talk to you for a couple of minutes.”
I grinned, “OK, thank you.”
She was around my age, pretty and surprisingly easy to talk to. I could see her cornflower blue eyes sparkle with interest as we spoke and her hand caressed my forearm whenever I chuckled. Before I knew it, I started pouring out my life to her. Upbringing, education, work, everything.
At one point I remember her shaking her head, caressing my hair and remarking, "Sara said something about this. It is mystifying that you are this pretty, graduated magna cum laude from an Ivy League school and are only a middle manager at your firm." I shrugged my shoulders as the phrase hung in the air for a few seconds. "Poor dear." she smiled. The conversation moved on to the happier things and I totally lost track of time. Before I knew it I really did have to go. I then did something a never do. Impulsively I took out a business card from my wallet and asked for her cell phone number. I slipped it back into the purse and left smiling all the way home.
When the end of the week finally rolled around, I found myself looking at the card, fingers poised in midair trying to decide whether or not to dial the number. I knew this was more than my usual shyness. I wondered how Sara knew Sharon, what their relationship was. I knew Sara was a lesbian, but I was not. Well, not for years anyway. Not since before the break up of my marriage 10 years previously.
I shook my head. Marriage. The longest 3 weeks of my life.
I hit my forehead with the palm of my left hand and said aloud. “It is just a phone call. Just for friendship.”
I dialed the number. The phone rang a couple of times and then I heard Sharon pick it up asking, "Hello?"
I cleared my thoat and answered, "Hi, this is...". Before I could say another word, Sharon said, "Marci, I'm so glad you called." We spoke for about an hour; well actually, she did most of the talking. There was a very seductive lilt in her voice. She suggested we might meet for drinks at a club in her neighborhood. The word "yes" was out of my mouth before I even realized I had said it.
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I was positively giddy before our meeting. I wore navy slacks and my finest red silk blouse. I spent 30 minutes in front of the mirror, getting my lipstick just so. A cab found the club immediately, and, walking into the door, I squinted, trying to adapt to the low lighting of the surroundings. Finding a seat at the bar, I ordered a diet coke and sipped it slowly. Turning my head, I saw Sharon open the door and enter the bar. I immediately smiled, noting the way she fit into her jeans. I got up from my bar stool meaning only to extend my hand, but found myself in a warm welcoming embrace. Her perfume was light and flowery and I loved how my curves seemed to merge with hers. Her hand started to stroke my hair and I closed my eyes for an instant, though it could have been longer. I exhaled flustered when she released me, embarrassed at what I thought was a premature show of intimacy on my part. I looked down not quite knowing what to say. Fortunately, Sharon was perfectly calm and suggested we share a table together. I eagerly nodded my head and she led me to a booth in the back. I slid in first and Sharon followed.
Sharon had ordered a couple of glasses of chablis. She sat next to me, her thigh lightly grazing mine. Her hand idly caressed my arm as I listened to her start to speak. Her eyes were the same cornflower blue I remembered, and they shown brightly even in the candlelight of the club. She started to speak of her relationship with Sara; of how they once were lovers, how Sara's rise in the the business world just left her with less time to see Sharon. I marveled at the lack of animosity between the two. I murmured how wonderful it was that they remained friends; how rare that was. She looked into my eyes as she said. "this is the best way to get to know each other, Marci". She then brushed my hair back behind my ear and said. "you are alone, marci, and don't want to be lonely. Am I right?" It was a more direct question than I expected, but I nodded yes. I lowered my eyes trying to avoid her gaze centering on a lovely pendant Sharon had nestled between her breasts. I could see the candle on the table reflected in the gemstone. "You need to make someone happy, don't you marci?" she said. I nodded, letting out a silent sigh.
The conversation then stopped and a few seconds of quiet passed. I felt her eyes on me like a palpable presence. I tried to think of something to say, Sharon's hand moving slowly up and down my forearm. Finally, she spoke. "I see you've noticed my pendant."
Relieved that the silence had been broken I said, "Yes, it is quite beautiful. Where did you get it?"
Sharon continued, as if my question had not been asked, "Most find it quite enticing, do you?"
I nodded my head yes, as she removed from around her neck and held it in front of my eyes, swinging it slowly back and forth.
"Take a closer look, you can see the Christmas lights twinkle in the gemstone"
I could.
Sharon continued to talk, each word distinct and yet each blurring into the next. I lost track of time, becoming fascinated by the pendant, her words and the lovely peaceful way I began feel. I closed my eyes...and opened them as Sharon smiled. I exhaled happily.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. I don't know when I've had such a wonderful time," I whispered.
Sharon pointed to her full red lips, and as I looked I reflexively parted my own, closing my eyes. Sharon kissed me deeply her tongue exploring my mouth freely. I moaned silently and quivered as if a small climax had passed through me. Afterwards, I blushed confused, not at my reactions, but at the fact that they felt so natural.
"We'll see each other again tomorrow night here, at 7 pm", Sharon said. It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Wear a dress." I nodded my head.
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I thought about Sharon the rest of the evening. Nestling under my quilt, I pictured her eyes, the timbre of her voice and my fingers found their way down across my belly to that area in between my legs. Netherlips moist and plump I immediately orgasmed waves of joy spasming through my body. "Sharon, Sharon, Sharon", I moaned with each wave. It was almost as if I could hear her voice, bell like in my mind, coaxing me on. When I awoke in the morning, my sheets were stained beneath me, but I couldn't bring myself to change them. I sat down at the breakfast table, reviewing the prior night. It had been a most wonderful evening, but the details of why eluded me. I tried to figure it out, but my heart started to beat excitedly and I became consumed with thoughts about which dress Sharon would want me to wear that evening. I whispered to myself unconvincingly "I'll get control of the situation", even as I searched my closet for the perfect outfit.
The next evening at 7 pm I was already sitting at the bar, waiting anxiously for Sharon. I had picked out a short red dress with a slit up the side. There was a plunging neckline that highlighted more than a hint of cleavage. I went back and forth about it, but at the last minute i decided to forgo wearing a brassiere. I rocked back and forth on the bar stool looking down at my watch, the second hand moving infinitesimally with each slow tick. When Sharon walked through the door I practically bolted from the stool, tripping on the legs ending up at her feet. I giggled as I picked myself up and hugged her tightly. Sharon returned my embrace and then positioning me a right in front of her, asked me to turn about slowly.
A wide smile lit up her face as I turned, "Lovely dress, Marci, just lovely. Exactly what I had in mind."
Sharon took me by the hand and led me back to the same booth as the previous night. I slipped into the booth and Sharon followed, her thigh nestling closely against mine. She ordered a couple of glasses of wine, but I left mine on the table, watching as her lips caressed the rim of the glass, sipping her Rose. I could see the candle on the table, reflecting in her eyes.
"Well, Marci, how was your night after we parted?"
I blushed and stammered, "Fine."
She took her fingertips and started to caress my forearm, "Merely fine darling?"
I hissed softly, remembering my fingers how they had crept along my belly in my bed and looked downward at my glass, biting my lip. Sharon took her forefinger and placed it under my chin, tilting my head upward saying, "Dear, it is impolite not to look me in the face when we talk."
I looked up, making eye contact with her lovely cornflower blue eyes. "I think there is something you are not telling me dear? Maybe if you think back to how it felt in bed last night."
Her eyes glistened in the candlelight and I felt my eyes grow tired. I felt myself lean back into a timeless cornflower blue mist.
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"Ohhh" I heard myself groan. I opened my eyes confused and panting.
Sharon said matter of factly, "You masturbated moaning my name last night, didn't you?"
I nodded my head and whispered, "Yes". I felt an orgasm start to build inside me, in the middle of the booth.
Sharon grinned widely, "Wonderful, I love that you did that.". She pointed to her full red lips and I reflexively parted mine. She kissed me deeply again and my orgasm crested as I moaned into her warm mouth.
I slumped back into the booth quivering, trying to catch my breath.
"I love the way your nipples peek through your dress without a brassiere," Sharon smiled. She placed her right hand on my left thigh and I felt my legs part effortlessly. Her fingers walked up my inner thighs underneath the pleats of my dress and then caressed the dampness of my panties.
"Lovely," she said.
Sharon grinned widely rubbed her damp fingers over my moist lips. "Look at the time, it is nearly 11 pm and you need your sleep. Until tomorrow, love."
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I had been seeing Sharon daily for three weeks. After each visit my thoughts turned to her; more and more each day. We became lovers and her happiness became more important than my own. I'd gaze into her eyes and soon found myself kneeling between her legs, pleasuring her. Soon it seemed the only was that I could orgasm was after she had climaxed. Home was between her thighs. Afterward, I'd lay beside her in a euphoric haze and she'd speak to me of love and life, of ambition and work. Every moment of every hour she was on my mind, almost in my mind whispering softly and sometimes indistinctly. Then one day, suddenly, she said she had to go out of town. I did not see her. Heard not a word from her. I found my palms perspiring and heart pounding. My nerve endings felt as if they were exposed. I couldn't sleep. I was short with anybody I came in contact with. I just locked myself in my office at work as much as I could, until there was the monthly staff meeting to attend. I couldn't think of any way to get out of it. I walked into the conference room and I sat against the wall, trying to lose myself in the crowd. The CEO, Mr. Rappaport, was presiding today and was in an especially foul mood, angry about the recent downturn in sales. I sat there quietly, nerves afire. He ranted on and on for 15 or 20 minutes, I'm not sure how long, I wasn't listening until I heard my name.
"Marci!", Mr. Rappaport shouted, "I don't expect my employees to daydream when I am talking. What do you have to say for yourself?"
I snapped. Grabbing a laptop, I brought up my email account, and slid the computer down to the head of the table, raising my voice. "Damn it, If you had just read my report, you would have seen that this downturn was predictable and if you had taken the steps I had outlined, entirely avoidable!"
The room fell silent as everyone else just looked at me. Mr. Rappaport said nothing, his face crimson. I stormed out of the conference room, into my office and slammed the door shut. Then it hit me like a punch in the gut. I had just told off the head of the company. I collapsed into my chair.shaking my head at my stupidity. I started to go over in my mind how many boxes it would take to pack up my office.
A half hour later there was a knock on the door, it opened and the CEO strode in. "Great," I thought, "He's going to fire me himself."
He sat down, leaned forward, his chin in his hand and said, " Your report was precisely right. It's about time you showed some backbone. If you had been more assertive in publicizing it, the company could have avoided a multimillion dollar loss. Part of that is my fault, but part of it is yours. I reviewed your file. We all know how smart you are, but this is the first time that you've shown any leadership potential. This is no place for a shrinking violet."
He then arose and opened the door, turning about before he left saying, "Oh, but never speak to me like that again."
As soon as the door closed, my telephone rang. I picked up the receiver; it was Sharon. Without even a hello she said, "The meeting went well?".
"Surprisingly, yes," I replied.
I heard a chuckle on the other end, "Yes, it did. Remember that. Oh, and you will come by my place this evening."
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Sitting down in our booth, it had been the most wonderful six months of my life. Not only did I have Sharon, but I had been promoted twice and was now Vice President of my department. Who knows what the future might bring? I waited eagerly for Sharon, aroused at the very thought of her. It was amazing how we how close we had grown.
She sat down in the booth next to me and I sidled up close to her, our thighs touching. Sharon smiled, beginning, "So how was your day?"
"Wonderful', I said, "Especially now that I'm with you. Things have been going so well at work although I'm a little concerned about Rappaport retiring."
"He's retiring?", she said, and then suggested, "Have you ever thought of becoming a CEO?"
I laughed, "Me? Like Sara? Come on, I haven't the qualifications. And the company has never had a female CEO. And It is so time consuming."
Sharon beamed, "I am so proud of you, how far you've come at your work. Vice President could just be a start. You know I've always thought that women are more suited to lead than men."
I nodded my head, "I know, I know, but you can't change society overnight"
She then looked at me and said cryptically under her breath, "Maybe you can, one woman at a time."
"What?", I said confused.
Sharon just smiled and reached out and caressed my arms as I looked deeply into her eyes. My eyelids fluttered and my jaw relaxed as it often did when I spoke to her.
She began, "I know that you really have a burning desire to become CEO and want to devote every waking minute to doing so until you reach that goal."
I suddenly realized that the thought had occurred to me and she was right.
"And if you no longer have the time to see me, that is the price to pay."
A wave of sadness washed over me as I knew it was true.
"But, " she continued, "You are not sad but happy about the time we had together and will always love me and be my friend.."
Again she was right, the sadness disappeared replaced by a warm feeling of contentment and happiness for the fond memories that I would always have. Sharon snapped her fingers as she was usually wont to do after making a point.
I looked at her sympathetically and said, "I'm sorry dearest but you know how much I value my career. Are you OK with this? I will always love you and be your friend, you know that."
Sharon smiled wistfully, "I know. Who knows you better than I do?" She sighed.
After a few seconds Sharon changed the subject. "So you were telling me about your new friend. The one you met at the American Business Woman's Association meeting?
"Oh yes," I answered, "Lovely woman. Works at a large biotech firm. Talented, brilliant, but so shy. I keep telling her to stand up for herself especially since when her CEO leaves in a year or two, there will be a chance for advancement. Here, I think I have a picture on my iPhone."
I passed Sharon the iPhone and her eyes widened. "She is delicious, absolutely gorgeous, "Sharon remarked,"Chinese?"
"No. Japanese," I replied.
Sharon looked again at the iPhone with almost a predatory look in her eyes. She took a hold of my hands. My eyes fluttered again as she softly said. "There is a party tomorrow night that I am attending. You should invite her to go with you."
I nodded my head and said blankly, "Of course I should, but what if I have to cancel because of work?"
Sharon leaned forward and caressed my hair as I closed my eyes. "Cancel? Oh you will. But don't worry dear," she whispered, "I'll make sure she is well taken care of."
15.1.12
Curious Molly - by Sara H
"For Sharon, who holds my heart and soul, and who has stood with me above and before all others."
The wires were a pain.
No question.
Molly felt them attached to her head. She looked at the jumble of wires leading away to a rectangular console and sighed. The machine was buzzing her ears with the slightest whisper of a hum. The intrusive leads and the adhesive annoyed her, thanks to the tiny places where her hair had been removed and skin oils dissolved. She was strapped in,to a reclining chair, but wriggled a bit, thinking that this was a long way to go for a minor story about a minor underground fetish.
But it had taken her months to get here. Referrals. Dead ends. The faux brainwashing fantasy world was secretive, even paranoid. Some admitted to liking the idea, but many fewer admitted to the role-playing games that went so far as to actually simulate the act.
Rona had been the one who finally broke it open for her. She was, from all appearances, a quiet, demure and serious college student. When Molly met her, she had rolled her eyes, sure Rona would be the next roadblock to her story. But as she listened to the young woman, she'd found herself getting excited. The hairs on the back of her arm stood up as they talked - not out of fear, but out of excitement. It came with every great story. Breathing deeply, slowly, she remembered more.
After a few meetings and one lunch, Rona had introduced her to "Miss" Teresa. The woman was more matriarch than beauty, although beauty was no stranger to her. She had an air of emotional austerity that only comes from those who had lived in authority for a very long time. The air nearly crackled around her as she sat and talked in numerous interviews. The smell of her perfume, the way her eyes lingered and almost never blinked - Molly was in awe before the second interview was done.
As for Molly, she had been honest in her intentions. And Miss Teresa was more than happy to entertain her questions. Trust was built. It traveled back and forth between them with questions and answers - an electricity that wasn't all intellectual, but wasn't all curiosity, either. And over time, some of it became a kind of clandestine arousal. After weeks of taping and transcribing, taping and transcribing, Molly realized she liked Teresa - in fact, felt drawn to her in an odd way that occurred to her in moments of distraction.
And then, something changed. For the life of her, she couldn't remember when or how, but it was Miss Teresa asking questions, choosing interview times, even demanding her presence. The threat of losing her subject was never spoken, but was there, nagging Molly into relenting.
As anyone would relent. She had no choice.
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